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What a difference a year makes....

What a day!! After all that worry and only 2.5hours sleep, most of which were interrupted anyway by various, aherm, exchanges on facebook, I decided to get up earlier than planned. The extra five minutes lying in bed was not going get me through the day.

Preparation was fairly simple really, just shower and eat, then eat a bit more, then panic that it wasn’t enough, so eat a little bit more again. Then there’s the paranoia that you may have forgotten something. That something wasn’t particularly obvious….until I was cycling down the road with my knees around my ears… That was going to cause a few problems in the hills! My saddle had obviously been taken off during the maintenance and not put back to the original height, so I made the executive decision to stop and make the adjustment, before my ears suffered any chaffing and my knee caps sprang off with an excessive upward thrust. Luckily I’d remembered my multi tool.

I set off with a different group to the one I intended to. They were going for a silver time, around 6hrs 30 I think. I thought that may be ambitious, but I thought it would pull me through the initial stages, as long as I wasn’t going to kill myself for the rest of the ride.

When I looked down at my garmin, the pace was rather significant. It made me a little nervous, but I felt ok. You see this whole cycling thing, it has become much more about tactics. The gears, the timing of the nutrition, the ease of it to administer. Gels are preferred, though it’s still a pain to have to suck the contents of of the packet. The energy bars I made weren’t hard to chew, but several times I ended up almost choking trying to keep myself breathing and eat at the same time. I got through the first half on a banana and half an energy bar. The rest on another banana, one and a half energy bars and three strategically timed gels.

It’s a strange phenomena, nutrition on the bike. I usually eat very well and by that I mean healthily, with the odd “bad” thing. Having to eat, I mean everyone has to eat of course, but really having to get it right, out of fear. I’ve hit a wall too many times when out riding and have really had to try to reeducate my way of thinking, which has maybe been a little irrational in the past and still can be on occasion. During an event such as this, I’ve really had to work on having a different kind of relationship with food to the awkward uncompromising one I’ve grown to feel secure in. I still may not be happy when I look in the mirror or see a photo, but while I’m on the bike, nothing can change that and I just have to keep feeding myself to keep going.

The climbs weren’t nearly as bad as I remember them, mostly because I was on them before I realised. The one that really got me was Ryal number one. I’d swear my lower body was on fire as I worked my way up. I’d eaten roughly an hour before I’d got there and had another ½ gel, just before, then the rest after the top. Funny, I don’t ever remember the Ryals being quite that gruesome. I was slightly slower than previous attempts, but I got to the top, without getting off and wheeling my bike up, which is the main thing! I managed to pack in another gel in Stamfordham, just before the final drag home. Unfortunately I had to stop and rummage around in my saddlebag for that. Shame, because by that stage we were looking at a fairly good time. I say we, meaning the guy that started out with our GRC peloton and proceeded to fall off the back with me. It was a bit of a cat and mouse chase. I’d catch him up and end up ahead, then he’d catch me up and fly ahead and so it continued. I beat him up the Ryals, but we eventually finished together spurring each other on as our legs became heavier and the will came and went. Cycling is such a great social thing and the camaraderie created between strangers is wonderful, especially during these sportives.

Falling off the back can be a bit of a dent to the spirit. I sometimes forget I’ve only 10 months worth of cycling in my legs after 10 months off travelling. Before that I’d been cycling for just over a year. I’m still relatively inexperienced and there’s still a lot to learn and a lot to work on.

When the going got tough, I asked Evie for a bit of a kick. Being the fighting spirit she was, I’m sure she’d oblige if she could. I rolled in 20 minutes after the boys, not bad considering. Apparently I just missed out on a silver time, that said, there hasn’t been a woman who has claimed silver. Plus, the course appears to be 2 miles longer than last time I did it, so in that event, I’ll take small victories with my Strava results! I’m still a little, “really?!” about those.

I’m sat here writing this by the side of the road at the Walridge junction just outside of Stamfordham, Northumberland. I signed up for marshalling duties today for the Curlew Cup, (womans race) and the Beaumont Trophy (men’s race). I merely have to close the road to traffic whilst the race paces through. I look vaguely official in my luminous yellow bib, though in between lap times I possibly resemble something more of a pixie, sat cross legged amidst the grasses and buttercups on the roadside. Still, it’s great to be part of something like this and see some top quality racing at the same time and with premium view! Alan Lamb joined me once again, I thought I may as well give him the full weekend experience…..

Racing seemed to go ok today, the girls first, the splits growing ever more evident on each lap. I guarded the junction like a house proud mother. The men’s race became an issue to me due to the abundance of gravel on my corner. The riders cut the cones which were there to mark the hazard, sweeping rather too close for comfort from my vantage point. I eventually took delivery of the brush I’d requested and in a pathetically limp wristed but adamant way, went about sweeping my corner free of the debris. I joked as I did, that I may not know where to stop and that someone may find me half a mile down the road, conscientiously sweeping away every spec of dirt and piece of gravel that I laid my eyes upon. Fortunately for the good of the race, I managed to stop before I swung into full ocd mode.

The afternoon seemed to go a lot slower. Around every fifty minutes the same policemen showed up on their motorcycles keeping the race flowing. A few pleasantries would be exchanged before they moved off and then Simon would drive past in his car looking very official, amber light flashing on top followed by the breakaway, the main peloton and the team cars, then back to me…..lonely girl on the junction. Predictable as Groundhog Day.

Good to be involved in. Good weekend. Oh how time flies. Oh how things can change in a year!

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Always moving forward.

Back to June again, one year on and quite a poignant weekend for me. This time last year saw me making the final leg of my journey from London to Newcastle, after eight months of working away in Africa. Eight months can seem like a drop in the ocean in some respects, in others it can seem like a lifetime. No matter which way it is felt though, we are all constantly evolving with time, with experience. There is no fight against time, once you relinquish to the fact that change, evolution, it happens whether you fight it or not. In that sense, it seemed quite an appropriate moment to add to this cumulation of writing that had fallen prey to inertia.

I remember the confusion and panic that arose when I woke back in my old room, but was I really? The overstimulation I felt. Too much noise, too much fuss, too much everything. Sleep was hard to come by, daylight too long, food unappealing, yet this was the place I’d missed in my heart. Yet I so loved Africa and to the end of my life, there will be a part of my heart residing out there. Biding it’s time and beating to a more natural, synchronous rhythm.

It’s great to be back and I love and appreciate Newcastle possibly more than ever, however I’m not the same person who left two years ago,nor am I entirely the same person who arrived back a year ago. After being catapulted through a multitude of various other experiences and emotions, in what could have well have been one of the fastest years yet, I’m here on this June eve.

The year has been filled to the brim with gigs, festivals, trips, friends, losses, gains, tears and laughter. I’m happy to say the laughter the laughter has started to outweigh the tears, though occasionally if I laugh too hard….

I’ve taken on another new clinic, made an abundance of new friends, some of whom I suspect will be there for years to come. And finally, I’ve started to “get serious” about my art. In the last two weeks I’ve had several requests for sales and commissions. It’s looking good! I aim to find a suitable exhibition space and to live out my worst nightmare…“ultimate exposure”…

I joined a cycle club too, after a couple of months back. One of the best things I could have done. Occasionally leading to the biggest headaches, but thankfully they’re few and far between. They’re a rare bunch, whose smiles and banter keep you going over the miles and up the steepest of climbs.

Tomorrow, on the anniversary of me arriving back in Newcastle I decided to take on the Virgin Cyclone sportive. It’s no race, I’m not the strongest of cyclists even, but to complete 106miles, it’s going to take a bit of grit. I’ve only been back on the bike for 10 months, I tend to forget that amidst me trying to keep up with the more seasoned riders.

I’ve trained hard for that ten months, in some respects relentlessly, after having rehabilitated a fracture to my forth metatarsal. It finally gave way during a ridiculously steep trail run, during the Wacky Wine festival in SA last year, after months of trail running. Back to the gym and although my running activity has been pretty quiet for the last few months, cycling has taken up a big chunk of time; right throughout the poorest winter weather, literally rain, hail or shine. You learn to keep pedalling through the roughest of torrents spilling over into the road (thoughts return to Angerton) spawned by adhoc flooding of the fields. You never know how deep it’s going to be until you’re in it. Bit of a analogy on life in there somewhere.

I’ve had crashes and with a little help from others scraping me off the road, I’ve persisted in getting straight back into the saddle and carrying on. That’s just me, there is no other way. Whether you overthink it or not, the most important thing is to carry on doing.

So all that aside, decided to dedicate tomorrows ride to the fundraising efforts of Team Evie. An amazing charity, who help to support families and wards who care for sick babies. Evie was born tof - tracheo-oesophageal fistula and chd - coronary heart defect. In her six months on this earth, she underwent 14 operations to give her the best chances of survival. She spent only three weeks outside of hospital, at home with her family. Team Evie have made it their quest to raise money to buy equipment to make the lives of these families and children as enriching and and as easy as possible.

A fair bit of work has been put into this charity since the loss of Evie in September last year. Founders and parents Jill and Greg Johnston have worked tirelessly to promote and raise funds in Evie’s memory. She left behind a beautiful legacy, Evie’s Life Lessons. Take note, they’re applicable to us all!

1# Enjoy yourself

2# Appreciate what you have

3# Surround yourself with love

4# Never give up

5# Always move forward

I think tomorrow that is enough to get me through, so thanks Evie! Always moving forward, that state of evolving, being pulled forward. As long as the wheels are turning, I’ll get to where I’m going.

I feel unnecessarily wired about the whole event, but perhaps this will go someway to explaining a little of why.

The infamous Alan Lamb, (Team Evie mascot and renowned social butterfly) will be joining me on my little outing tomorrow, so expect to see a few pics of him admiring scenery and give me pep talks when the going gets tough!

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To the end of the line.

It's with tears in my eyes that I pull away from King's Cross for the 8am train back to Newcastle. Albeit, pulling over 60Kgs worth of luggage along behind me and the 5.45am start could have been partly accountable for the emotional state. My treat breakfast of smoked salmon and avocado stuffed into my backpack and my Starbucks tucked strategically into my bag pocket to avoid spillage. I'm in no doubt I'll need it at some point!

I made it onto the train with the kind help of a steward. I'm not feeble, but my arms had just about given up. The last couple of days have been fun, but tiring and at times a little delirious. Catching up with friends in London that I made whilst in Malawi. Thank you Heidi and Telsha for your hospitality! Cocktails and ice cream stops, the Tate, Covent Gardens, the Tower and so on. No doubt I'll be back soon, but I equally look forward to your visits up North ;)

So what from here? I guess working a paid job and actually earning money would be good. I have a business to get back on track. A future to look forward to, people to see, gifts to give, stories to tell; though I have to say I can't remember half of them in my haze. I may have to go back and reread. Cringing, laughing and crying my way through my own adventure. Oh and perhaps editing my grammatical errors and spelling along the way. One is rarely inclined to reread too much before posting... I'm not quite sure what I'll do without my little blog, it's become quite a standard part of my routine. Perhaps I'll find something to continue with.

So, just under three hours from Newcastle. The final journey and you've been with me since ...........(insert date/time/place). You may have been with me since I arrived at Newcastle airport for my outbound flight or you may just be checking in now. If it's just to see when I'm due back so that you can avoid me, resistance is futile! ;P

As we roll between green fields, strewn with poppies, I think about my bike and look forward to cycling back through the Northumberland countryside. Yes I'm well and truly back in England. It's been a rollercoaster, a blast! Bleak in some places, but truly incredible in others. Thank you for your company, it's been an absolute pleasure and I hope you have enjoyed the journey as much as I. You never know, perhaps someday we'll share another plane journey, another continent, another adventure. Ttfn x

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Hip, hip hipporay..... I open my eyes and stare around the white room and try to straighten out the duvet. I wonder if I'm really ready to get up. I close my eyes and go through a whole list of things in my mind trying to formulate plans and makes sense of things. My mind returns to my last full day on the river and our little run in with the hippo. It was a freak accident, no warning at all. No signs or sounds of being too close to anything. The boat almost capsized. Now I tend to get over things like this fairly quickly, they become fairly matter of fact stories, but it did set off a chain of thoughts. Now hippos are accountable for for one of the highest ratio of deaths around Africa. They look so sweet and docile and predominantly herbivorous. The word hippopotamus actually means river horse and boy can they move like one despite their bulk. They move through water pretty damn quickly and can cover land at speeds of up to 30km an hour. They're sociable in the sense that they live in groups ranging in sizes of 10-30, but they are fairly aggressive creatures. An adult male can weigh up to 3.5 tons. A warning grunt or a charge in their presence obviously means you are too close for their comfort, but there had been nothing. They will normally surface like spy's with their eyes popping out of the water, before submerging. There appeared to be no young or other pod members in the immediate area. We were still with no engine running. Someone toyed with the idea he may have just been kicked out his pod and venting his anger on the nearest thing. I don't know, maybe it was just his rather rude way of saying a final goodbye ;) Thing is the hippo will always go for the largest object, in our case the boat. On inspection the side panels were pretty much knocked off and there were holes in the side of the boat that were slowly letting in water. If the boat had capsized we would have had merely two choices. Cling to the upturned boat, which the hippo would have likely kept attacking. The splashing most likely would have attracted other creatures that you don't necessarily want to get to grips with...like crocodile. OR, we swim to the shore, unbeknownst to us what was lurking beneath. It's not the type of river you can see into. It would have to be a fast swim or at least a one that attracted the least attention, also for the latter reason. The mind boggles about this scenario. I kept going through my head exactly how I may keep a crocodiles mouth closed, in particular when it was thrashing around in the water. Bearing in mind that all of their jaw strength is apparent in the downward force. Once shut, it is 'apparently' easy enough to keep it that way. I wish some people were like that ;) It could have been a hell of a lot worse, but it wasn't. I'm thankful, but it has been interesting playing out other outcomes and how they may have been dealt with. I have bruises and a story to tell at the end of the day (oh and two bags of rice containing my phone and camera) and at least I know in these situations I can respond rationally and calmly. So on with the day! Perhaps I'd better get up and make the most of London!

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A Canadian, an Australian and an American all walked into an airport.

I made it! Believe it or not. In one piece, sat at Heathrow, coffee in hand. Through passport control, my emergency passport reclaimed (screws any travel plans up for the next month or so) and baggage arrived all at once. Always a good sign.

So my flight last night..where was I? Ah yes, I’d just moved seats and briefly greeted the guy a few seats down from me. I’d noticed him in the airport for his laid back look and huge sound reduction cans on his ears. Things were pretty quiet until the meal came around. I was asked what I would like to drink and I though it being my last flight I may as well celebrate with a glass of red wine. He ordered the same. I made a joke about the comfort levels in the plane and how the wine would probably assist in making the flight a lot more bearable. From there the conversation seemed to flow fairly easily. One small bottle was never going to be enough with such good conversation and so many hours to kill.

We had such a giggle, though I had to draw the line at three bottles as spinny plane became more of an issue. What did I learn? Not to use the cup holders on the back of the tray. The inside of it almost spins like a gyroscope and you won’t stay too clean for long. In thinking he was lagging when he saw my half empty cup, I had to remind my friend where the wine actually went. He spilt it too eventually….down his beige shorts. Nice look.

We chatted about what we had been doing out in Africa and about home, our travels etc. We had a good laugh at a guy at the other side of the plane who seemed to be getting more than enough sleep. The reverberations from his snoring were phenomenal, I’m surprised he didn’t wake himself. I have to say this morning we had a good laugh at the amount of empty bottles in the brochure holder on the back of the seat. We had talked about planting them strategically around the guy who was snoring. Talk about being framed. We watched an obviously tanked up young man sail down one aisle, suspectedly knowing where the supplies were kept.

We tried to sleep for a couple of hours, but it wasn’t the easiest. I had commented that wrapping my legs around my neck may actually be more comfortable. Still I woke having missed breakfast. The muffin that I couldn’t eat anyway. More wine sir? ;)

So coffee! Nero, I’ve missed you! Though not entirely, I have had Mugg and Bean as a small compensation! I ordered my coffee at the counter and in the instant I was looking for my purse, encountered such a sweet random act of kindness. An Australian man who was buying coffees said that he wanted to pay for mine also. At first I thought he was looking beyond me, so I kept looking for my purse. On the realisation that he was talking to me, I declined saying that I was fine, but he was fairly insistent. No rhyme or reason, just because. A surprise, but a very sweet gesture to return to.

Heidi (who I met in Lilongwe) came to collect me from the airport. It was another welcome friendly face after a long night. We sat for a while and nattered before departing for her home in Walthamstow. We spent a chilled day chatting and mooching around the local area. The weather was warm enough for bare arms, though a little muggy. I’ve a few days to enjoy life down here before I return up north to start the catch ups all over again.

I plan to meet up with more friends later in the city centre later. It could be a late one again I suspect. I’m already a little delirious. I’m wondering if a second wind is too much to hope for!?

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10th June 2015

I left the Cape yesterday. I have to say the last few weeks have been a blast. I’ve missed the animals dearly, however I have been able to recuperate much more effectively not working on demand. Taking time out to nurture myself, have a lie in here and there. Splash out and be a little extravagant. Obviously assisted by the glorious company of some new friends, people I chose to spend time with.

So what have I been up to? I made it to George, along the glorious Garden Route. It was a hair raising journey in both directions, however it was rather beautiful. I tagged along with Deon’s parents to see their daughter. We decided upon doing the park run at the Garden Route Botanical Gardens. A beautiful wooded trail and in the company of Louise’s two dogs. I took Lexi. She’s only eight months old and has only 20% vision. She’s gorgeous, but very lively. It made for a challenging run! I ended up going over on my ankle again as she tugged me off balance and over a root stump. Third time lucky ay!

Come the afternoon we made our way to a local farmers market, where we took in the sights, sounds and food. Shopped till we dropped, quite literally sums up the rest of the day. I’ll be honest I have spent more time rooting through markets and buying unique one off pieces than ever. Things that when I look at them, make me smile. The odd ring, which a little further into the trip I found myself feeling a loss of not wearing one. Strange as I haven’t worn one for a few years. I have no one to give me anything like that for any reason so I gave it to myself, it sits neatly on my pinky. I have a one off handmade necklace also. Quite stunning pieces that I don’t necessarily need, but they spoke to me in some way. I have no regrets. I haven’t checked my bank account for a couple of weeks deliberately because I wanted to enjoy my last few weeks. I’ve taken financial hit from various sides, I’ve lost trust in some people and institutions, so it became my two finger salute to their shallowness, hehe. I’ve bought plenty presents for others, so it’s my turn now. Only problem being what started as 30Kg of luggage has gone up to 49Kg and after being wrongly advised about luggage allowances I find myself again making a loss. Still as I keep reminding myself, money can be earned back. Time and experiences that present themselves cannot.

People may consider this the trip of a lifetime. It isn’t for me, it’s my journey throughout my lifetime. It would have been safer to stay at home engaging in the humdrum of daily life, trying incessantly to pull things together; but I chose not to and in doing so I’ve learned so much more. About myself, others, philosophy, culture, love, acceptance, respect, worth and everything in between

Apologies I digress…..in my usual way….

I spent a couple of days mooching around the university town of Stellenbosch finding cute boutiques and cafes, sculpture and art. A day at Spice Route tasting everything from Grappa to cheese and wine. A wonderful day in the company of two friends, spending the morning at Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens. A sheer delight of magical wooded gardens containing the many varieties of Protea, South Africa’s national emblem, bird of paradise flowers and others various curious but beautiful botanies. A walk above the trees gave breathtaking views across the enormous gardens and the bay of the Cape.

The afternoon found me at Vergelegen Wine estate. Despite the wet weather my friend Lauryke and I enjoyed an afternoon of wine tasting and fun walk in the gardens with the large golfing umbrellas loaned to us from the kind staff. The gardens were an obstacle course of puddles and the fragrance of fresh herbs and wet earth overwhelmed the senses. We found the oldest tree apparently on record in South Africa dating back to the 1600’s. And in my super relaxed state I even made it to the gym that evening.

My last Saturday was spent taking part in a trail race which was part of the Wacky Wine Festival. I resigned myself to a slow steady pace, my ankle felt better and showed no signs of giving up. The pace on reflection could have been nothing but slow given the sheer gradient of the first hill. 3-4kms in and it was just up, up and up again. Warnings at the side of the pathway depicting Rocky or Arnie warned that your calfs would burn and such like. All in Afrikaans. I’m pleased I didn’t understand them at the time. I don’t think I could have taken the psychological hit. I made it to the top and stopped momentarily to take pictures. After that it was up and down for the rest of the race, though nothing quite as severe as the first hill. Unfortunately the downhills got to my old injury and come 8/9 kms I knew that if I continued I’d probably end up doing something rather serious. I split off and took a shorter route back to the finish following the end of the 10km route. I’d signed up for 20Km and under normal circumstances I would have got through it come hell or high water, just not this day.

Other than that I’ve had evenings out for meals, trips to markets beside the beautiful vineyards, many a meaningful conversation over coffee. All cherished memories.

I’m sat feeling quite reflective in a my friends sunny garden in Pretoria with the realisation that my departure from Africa is imminent. I’m listening to Einaudi and have the company of Biscotti, a six week old scottish terrier…she’s snuggled beneath my cardigan right now keeping cosy. I have a flight back to Zambia to catch on Saturday and another back to the UK on the following Tuesday. No tears so far, every ending has an new exciting beginning. The goodbyes I have said so far are not permanent, they are merely see you now, see you later.

I look forward to catching up with people of course, but I wonder how I will see and perceive the familiarity of home once I’ve unpacked my bags and the novelty fades. My life back in the UK will never be the same. I say that with all hope. And after I return who knows where life will take me, what doors will open and what opportunities will present themselves. All I know in this present is that I’m in a good place and that some things, people and feelings will be constant in my life, others not so much.

It’s much more obvious out here that the richest people in the world are rarely materialistic or financially well off and that words can sound like absolutely everything and mean absolutely nothing. I’ve heard the most promising words can come from the most devious of hearts and sometimes the harshest words come from the most sensitive of hearts. I guess people do and say what they do in order to survive on some level. Another digression….

11th June 2015

I took an early morning walk with a neighbour of the family I’m staying with in Pretoria. Jeannie is in her late 60’s and has the energy and passion of someone half of her age. She does a lot of voluntary work around the local reserve, maintaining, protecting and educating others about the area. She loves the work that she does and loves to share it with others.

It was a beautiful urban reserve. We were out and about just after 6am. It was frosty and quite bitterly cold. She took a flask of tea and we sat in the bird hide at the midpoint of our walk. We watched the sunrise and kept a look out for the resident young bushbuck. They unfortunately didn’t make an appearance, but it was still a pleasant 5km walk watching the first light illuminate the trees and long savannah grasses. The same may be on the cards for tomorrow morning. I think I need to be more thoroughly prepared with extra socks and gloves!

16th June 2015

So an extremely early start on the 13th, 2.30am no less. After making the decision to actually go to bed and not pull an ‘all nighter’. It was hideous and I felt bad for my friends who were taking me to the airport. Too much luggage and a dodgy foot do not go well together. As I limped my way through the airport tired and slightly delirious I couldn’t wait to reach my final destination.

It was a short flight of 1hr 50 to Lusaka. I slept a little on the flight, bringing my total sleep in two days to around 2.5hours. My friend from the river Mick greeted me at the airport and we chatted all the way to the house. His son and friend were sat in the living room playing games. I managed a cup of tea, (I’ve actually started drinking tea since I’ve been away to my own amazement!) and maybe 40 minutes snooze. We were heading to a festival at Bongwe. A colour festival, the instructions to wear white highlighted exactly what would be happening at this festival. We went for drinks first at a bar just next to the backpackers. I tried to opt for coffee, I was given the option of anything but.

On arrival we were given wrist bands and a bag of coloured powder. There was a stage with a DJ set up and music playing, local bands were to play later. There was huge mixture of families, young, old, posers, devil may cares. Most of who were already spattered with powder to greater or lesser extents. The friends we met had been mildly abused when we met them in the bar. That was nothing compared to how we left the place that evening. Goodness only knows how many bags were utilised during the random acts of sprinkling, spattering and blatant bombing. Yes there were a wide range of techniques employed and my appearance changed almost every five minutes. I went from blue beard, to full on avatar to Shrek’s girlfriend. My in between look seemed to more that of a street urchin as the colours melted together. Twas fun, albeit slightly suffocating at times with the shower of dust that exploded into the air. Despite the scrubbing I’m still finding dirt welded into my pores and my scalp is a funny orange colour.

Sunday was spent with a morning at Lilayi. Coffee at the lodge and then the elephant orphanage. I didn’t get the privileged encounter I did last time, but it was a sheer joy to see these little creatures. So beautiful. I unfortunately missed Suni. As anybody who may have visited or watched Paul O'Grady’s animal orphan series knows, Suni actually had a boot made for her after undergoing a horrific attack which affected her spinal cord and rendered her back legs paralysed. She has had months of physio and various treatments, however her lack of sensation means she actually walks on the side of her foot, so this boot helps to compensate for the imbalance. Unfortunately despite her progress it unsure exactly what her future will hold.

The afternoon was spent at the friends of Mick at their beautiful house a little further on from Lilayi. The stunning peace of the place, amidst green lawns and trees with a horse paddock to the side. The entrance to the house was an outside bar with plenty choice of seating. Inside a huge open plan dining, living area with a large kitchen and stairs taking you to the next level. We sat at a long table with other guests enjoying a Sunday dinner with wine. The Dom Pedro’s rounded the meal off nicely! A combination of Ice cream laced and whipped up with brandy.

Monday saw an early start. We hit the road at around 8 and headed down towards the Lower Zambezi for a final visit. We planned to head out on the river once we got there. It was slightly cool compared to how I remembered it, but pleasant enough to wear shorts. Our aim was to spend a couple of hours on the water, then head down to Gwabi. I’m guessing we may have been out around about 1.5hours. Bites were sparse so we moved our location to do a tiger drift. The motor was off and all was quiet. The water had been still with no disturbance. I was sat with my legs stretched out at the back of the boat, whilst Mick got bait out to put on the fish hooks. All of a sudden there was an almighty ‘dooosh’. The boat rocked violently and tipped enough to submerge one side briefly. What the…. I thought we had hit a sandbank. Then around five seconds later came another ‘doosh’. Harder than ever submerging the side even further, I slid and my legs were fully submerged, I was going in or so I though. I instinctually seeing that Mick was behind me grabbed for my camera and phone bag which were sliding further into the water. Mick had grabbed me having seen me head for the water. What was that? Hippo he replied, stay very still. As soon as he could he started the engine and full throttle we sped away. We need to get out of here, I think we may be sinking. Now Mick is experienced on the Zambezi, we’re talking 20 years with no incidents. He knows what to look out for and isn’t one of the idiots you sometimes find trying to agitate the animals. He was in shock, I was shaken, although we both kept our cool. The journey back was a very quiet one. It could have been a lot worse. The Lower Zambezi is not a place you should consider swimming for many reasons! My friend finally exclaimed, it looks like the Zambezi doesn’t want you to leave.

The thought haunted me. I do have a lot to go back for in the UK, my family means the world to me. I have my friends and the remnants of a business which I may or may not be able to pull together. A previous exchange with someone who I had considered a close friend distracted me from the amazing beauty of the river, but my renewed energy and mindset stopped me from letting it ruin my day. Still now I’m amazed at how some can take positivity and love and turn them into something so dire and destructive.

The drinks flowed for the rest of the day and as I watched the sunset for the final time I felt peaceful again. Ann and Tony dropped in to say hello and pick up their surprise package…Surprise, yup tis me again. I’m so pleased I got to catch up with them before I left. The sound of the hippos bellowing amused me….yeah almost got ya!

I now have no camera or phone. They were absolutely floating. Another hit I wasn’t quite expecting and that’s despite all of the bruises. Hey ho, I guess I can say that I’ve had a truly rounded African experience. TIA as they say!

A meal of bream and salad and a spot of spontaneous dancing left me in the mood to snooze. I fell in to bed, it was cold initially, but I slept soundly once I warmed up. I woke around 3am to the sound of my friend snoring. Sound-wise competition for the hippos. And then an incessant crunching sound. It went on and on and on. I slowly peeled back the blind and there loomed the outlines of three hippos. Fascinating creatures.

I went back to sleep for a while, but woke again to watch the moon surrender it’s dominance and give way to the rising sun. It cast a beautiful pink glow over the river, bringing new life to the day. I defy anyone not to feel at peace out here, it’s just easy. Out here when you laugh, love or live you do so with all of your heart.

16th June 2015

Day of reckoning…will she make the flight or not?? It was stretched, but I knew it couldn’t be any other way. The trip back from the Lower Zambezi took over two hours and I came back minus my luggage. It hadn’t been delivered to the Zambian side in time. I was annoyed and slightly sluggish from the previous evening. I had gifts for my mum and all sorts which I’d left with a friend to save on my travelling luggage weight. Okay, so the being peaceful things…it’s probably 97% true. I’m hoping it can be posted out. The rest of the morning was spent packing the rest of my luggage and throwing it into the boot. Picking up supplies of Simba, chutney flavour crisps and an additional ipad cable. I needed to see Lilian and pick up some things I’d also left with her whilst I’d been in Lusaka. I didn’t think I’d quite got directions right as she had moved since I left Lusaka last time. Fortunately I was right in my intuition and made it to the top of her street. She pulled up alongside us, at which point I breathed a sigh of relief. I said my last goodbyes to Lilian and Florence and we were back on the road dashing for the airport. The driving was slow and styles and skills can be somewhat atrocious on the roads. It certainly did nothing for the stress levels contained in the car.

I clambered over the seats and into the back of the car to try and pack the rest of the things I’d picked up into my luggage. You will fit goddammit! I had two of the largest pieces of hand luggage and my handbag, plus two suitcases weighing in at the upper limit. I said my goodbyes to Mick and thanked him for accommodating me on my final days. It’s been awesome!

So my first flight of the day….Lusaka to Harare. Sit tight and don’t leave the plane. I just had to clarify that. Some people left and more people boarded and within around 45 minutes we were on our way to Addis. At every port of call I got the usual, “what happened to your passport?”, then I’d regale the inconvenience, time and expense of petty theft.

I trudged my way around the airport, not entirely sure what currency they dealt with there. I felt a little ignorant. I asked a local and they could not give me an answer. I’m assuming or at least hoping that they just did not understand my question. I killed a little time in an internet cafe chatting to my sister. I also came across a message from an old friend I’d made whilst receiving treatment on ward 8 at the RVI. We had been in touch a long time ago, though after losing my address book communication obviously ceased. Proper communication, you know like old fashioned letter writing ;) She had looked me up and hoped I was the same Sarah H that she suspected. It’s always nice to return to friendships and feel valued in someones life.

Boarding time was 12.05, it happened around 15 minutes late. As I bounced my way out of the departure lounge and along the gangway I looked up and mentally said my last goodbyes to the magical continent. You can return time and time again and you will never have the same experience or see the same things.

After taking a few people out with the excess luggage hanging from my shoulders I found my seat and piled it into the overhead locker. I had what I needed at floor level to keep myself both entertained and nourished for the next seven and a bit hours.

I couldn’t believe my luck once the plane had apparently finished boarding to have a full three seats to myself. BONUS! And then someone went and sat on the end. Around five minutes before we took off a cabin steward came and politely said that if I felt uncomfortable that there were plenty of other aisle seats that I could relocate to. I thanked him and briefly considered it, but the thought of moving everything just felt too much hassle. When he returned shortly again saying the same thing, I had to question why he felt it necessary for me to move. I was slightly considering the state and mentality of the man who now sat at the end of my row. I couldn’t tell whether he was inebriated or important or perhaps a potential threat in some way. The air stewardess had to put his seatbelt on for him, adding an extension to make it fit. He looked fairly sedate right now and I guessed that it wouldn’t be long before he fell asleep. I moved anyway. I was pointed in the direction of aisle 23.

I took my seat and said a brief hello to the guy sat beside the window. From there the evening’s entertainment began.

I had my last official day yesterday at Cheetah Outreach. I felt surprisingly lively, despite still struggling with illness. Still no passport either! I’ll be making an appearance for a few days next week to help out, but time is mine pretty much mine from now. It’s all about making the most of it and doing the things I haven’t yet managed to do on my other days off. I’m going to miss my furry friends and the thought of having to leave them behind makes me quite emotional. It has been a privilege to work with and get to know each of them. Their quirks, their likes and dislikes. Whether I can touch or only frequently admire from a distance, they have all left an imprint on me.

Here are a few pics from the last few days…. Top left Joseph, top right and middle Ivory. Bottom left Rafiki and my boy with attitude, the ever so stunning Enigma.

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Taking the ups with the downs.

I want to be perfectly blunt about something. I’m not feeling particularly 100%, I’m not moping, but I’m not at my most tolerant either. Someone is nice to me I cry, someone is nasty or off with me I cry and sometimes I’ll snap. I’ve all but lost my voice, I have cold, something I’d liken to a chest infection. I have several painful bites on my legs.

I have two remedies for that so far. One is good quality time alone-ish with the animals, the other is throwing yourself out of a plane at 9000ft on a day where you’re undecided on what to do for the day. I tagged along with some colleagues who were escaping for the day. One was signed up to jump and as far as I knew you had to book in advance. “Sign here and here”, the guy said, “oh and you’re up first!”. Nice trick, no time to duck out….

Within 10-15minutes I was in the weeniest plane heading for the clouds. What was first a cool draught, soon turned into a bone chilling cold. I shuddered, I couldn’t think of anything else apart from getting warm. We went through safety checks again before the hatch opened and I watched the first girl who I’d had a brief exchange with plummet from the plane strapped to a nervously chilled dude. We were next. My jump instructor had been filming all the way up and snapping away for my collection of memories. I sat at the hatch, not particularly nervous, but knowing that I’d feel something as I left the plane that I’d never felt before, I wasn’t sure what or how, I just wondered what it would be. I actually though the worst part would be leaving the plane, it wasn’t. The split second after as you’re buffeted around, disorientated by the air current is something else. I put a lot of faith in that new man in my life. Thankfully he or the shoot didn’t let me down….quite literally!

I have to say it was amazing, not quite the kick I was expecting, but awesome still the same. I handled mask removal at 10 meters beneath the ocean with less of a kickass attitude. It did however have me captured in the moment, all the way back to terra firma. Not many things do that for me. I felt the air, heard my instructor, sensed the joy, took in the scenery and grinned like a cheshire cat. Mild stomach lurches came and went as the shoot opened and we made turns in the air, gradually steering us towards the landing pad, but nothing unbearable. I was happy, but near hyperthermic by the time I returned to my friends. Their turn next. What was the fear about? I really can do pretty much anything I put my mind to and get through anything. I’ve been constantly tested and stretched on the journey into shapes and to lengths I didn’t think I could take. I constantly amaze myself at how much love and acceptance I can project despite adversity. It is only ever apparent in those quiet moments where one just is.

I had a moment with one of the cheetahs today. Beautiful Ivory. At the age of 13 months he is already into his adult encounter training. A promising and peaceful if sometimes cheeky ambassador, helping to educate the masses about what is happening to his wild fellow family and how we can move forward in a practical and realistic way to cohabit successfully and peacefully. As he hummed his delicious purr and just let me be with him I felt utter bliss. They really are exceptional cats and ever since I first met a cheetah I have always felt such a strong connection with them. They are ‘totes amazeballs’ and the rest. I feel such peace when I’m with them, I’m in no doubt that I’ve said it before. I’d never be negligent enough not to remember their status, however I find the more relaxed with them I am, the more trusting with you they are. I worry how I will feel when I have to say goodbye, though given the loss of my passport that may not be such an issue. Is it such a big deal to have immigration after you….

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Rafiki and Warrior…wide eyed and mischievous!

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Cape Life.

Things are speeding up that’s for sure, but essentially I’m getting out and about more on my off days. I’ve enjoyed work on the busier day, where time has flown, I’ve had the energy to cope with the demands and keep up the public face. I’ve enjoyed time with the cubs during quieter moments, even playtime with Rafiki. In one of his more mischievous moments a look came across his face which was evident in the photograph that was taken moments before the event. His gaze going between me and the handler, back and forth. I’d had my back to him whilst I was giving Warrior some attention. The moment the handler looked away he’d bounded over to me and left on my back, his paw tapping my head playfully. I say tapping, they don’t realise their own strength, it was a fairly powerful thwack. I was a little dazed, but couldn’t help seeing the funny side, knowing the sweet natured boy he is. His gaze kept returning to me throughout the day as if to ask when our next playdate would be. Obviously encounters weren’t the time or place for this given the nature of some of our guests. It was his sister Sahara’s turn today, unsettled and overly playful during her encounters.

I’m also cracking on with my new sketch book having started portraits of Hemmingway and another of Malika.

So days off. I’ll start with Monday. I’d stopped at a friends the evening before and met her friend who came around to share a drink. It turned out that he too had a day off the next day and he agreed to show me around a bit. I appreciated this as much as he appreciated the places I chose to go seemingly. He took me down the coast towards Betty’s Bay and Claremont. Beautiful beaches, views, the smell of fresh seaweed and crashing waves. It was pretty much perfect apart from the twelve double brandy’s he consumed en route. Heart in my mouth was one phrase I used, the rest that went through my head were slightly less polite and I didn’t necessarily verbalise them. He assured me frequently that he was fine. Needless to say, although I appreciated his absolute kindness and generosity, I was pleased to get back to the bay in one piece.

I have to say I loved Betty’s Bay, probably more so than Boulders Beach. The penguin population was immense and they’re doing a sterling job protecting the area and looking after them. Amongst other wildlife spotted that day was the Rock Dassie, native to Africa it appears to be a cross between a rabbit and an otter perhaps, obviously not one that dwelled in water though. Despite looking anything like and the extreme difference in size, the rock dassie or rock hyrax is most closely related to the African elephant. Strange, but true!

One day back at work and then the Wednesday was mine too. We had been joined by a new volunteer so I agreed to hang out with her. Once again a car was hired and we decided that as we were both into hiking that we would look to do Table Mountain, weather pending and then possibly do some markets around Cape Town. Well it was certainly an interesting day!

I had high hopes when she said that she did lots of hiking and climbing back home in Washington State. I wasn’t too phased either when she said that she was new to manual gears when driving a car. She’d been practicing. One hopes that having basically passed a test, basic competence levels would be in place. Let’s just say that I did everything but operate the wheel. Even some of the pedals were under instruction. My fists balled as we juddered through junctions, wheel spun and drifted towards flyover walls. As she asked who had right of way at the end of the day on wanting to turn right into oncoming traffic my heart sank. I was ready to take over at any minute, despite my licence not being present in SA.

The hike was another matter. As we set off I with my wooly hat and multiple layers, she sported jeans and a vest top. She took a camera, no phone and no money. I queried and even some locals queried, would she not need a few more layers. She said she’d be fine. She had water and that is pretty much all she needed. She did however through half a tub of some rice mixture down her neck before we started. A whole two hours after her giant bowl of oatmeal and banana.

Well we walked further along the base of the table to find the hike start point. It was discreetly signposted. The steps were steep and occasionally it would level out a little, but on the hole it was hard work. She was off up ahead as I stopped occasionally to take photos. I took a fair few that day, I also overtook a fair few groups of hikers. I have a few friends who will get how I hike from experience. I want to enjoy it, but I’m like a metronome when I get going and I get into my own pace. Especially when it gets tough!

It wasn’t long before she was needing to rest every few minutes and it wasn’t long before I was looking back trying to estimate how many minutes it would be before I next saw her coming around the corner. I wasn’t particularly worried, she’s a loud vocal girl and there were plenty people climbing that day. Couples and groups, even the odd loner. The last time I waited for her she seemed to have become attached to a group of hikers. I asked in my frustration if she’d mind if I kept climbing. She ushered me off assuring me that was fine. Now I know general rule of thumb, going off on your own isn’t advisable when hiking, however I had my whistle, energy substances, etc and it was busy ‘enough’ to not be too concerned. She knew I’d pretty much be heading for hot coffee at the top. It was an easy enough plan to follow. Or so I thought!

I made it to the top pretty quickly, it was tough in places, steep, and blustery at points further towards the top. There were mutual greetings as I passed people on their way up or down. One person who stood out was a local. He stopped his time piece and unplugged his headphones to chat. I’d seen him bounding around as I glanced up. Apparently he runs up and down Table Mountain around three times per week. Amazing feat. Reminds me of my hiking in the Morne Mountains in Ireland and the series of runs that they host. It takes some grit even just to hike normally never mind run.

Aproaching the top sat a lone man with a glockenspiel in front of him, he greeted people and played on encouraging all who passed. I tipped him, imagining that he wasn’t rich enough to frequently use the cablecar and most likely climbed to his sitting point most days.

I was pleased with my work as I approached the top, but I cooled off rapidly and had to quickly replace my wind cheater and hat. An additional cardigan which I had tied around my waist also went underneath. I know myself too well. I meandered across the plateau taking in the view across Cape Town, the bay and the coast line. It was windy, I had to hold on to my hat several times. I made sure to pass by the pass several times just in case my friend arrived. No sign! Oh well time for hot coffee I thought as the cold wind penetrated my several layers. My lips were turning by this point and my fingers grew numb.

I arrived at the incredibly overpriced cafe with the extra long queues, but welcomed the comfort it brought. I bought a filter coffee having contemplated the ceramic coffee mug crested with table mountain. I resisted despite the free coffee you got with it. It may not see it past the airport terminal and it wasn’t sealable anyway. At around £7 it didn’t meet with my requirements. I sat with a couple who had a spare seat at their table. We didn’t really talk, but I thanked them for the space and acknowledged it was nice to meet them as they left.

I decided to enquire at the shop to see if Grace had made an appearance there, but nothing. They suggested I go and ask the security at the main car terminal to make an announcement, which I did. We don’t normally do that, but how about you wait half an hour and if you still haven’t found her then we will make an exception. It had already been two hours! She may turn up. I went back to shop to kill time, Spent far too much on little trinkets for friends and family and myself. Lets face it they have a captive market and some fairly delirious buyers up there, they can charge pretty much what they wish. I returned to the cafe for my second coffee. Still no sign of my excitable little friend. As I nursed my coffee for the warmth it brought I wondered exactly how excitable she would be when she next saw me.

As I sat there an announcement came over the tannoy that they were about to close the cablecar due to the winds picking up. In my confusion I rushed to buy a ticket down, thinking that I didn’t want to be stranded and risk getting any colder. I was uncomfortable to start with. I thought I was boarding one of the last cars, turns out they were still running cars down, just not up. I left a message with security before I left the terminal and they put an announcement out just as the car started descending. A film crew had boarded the car also. As one of the operators answered an onboard phone, they shouted is Shah here, anyone by the name of Shah? No? Ok is anyone looking for Grace from Washington State? I shouted up that that was me, they laughed as one asked so what’s your name? I told them and it became a bit of a joke. Ok, apparently Grace has no money to buy a ticket to get down. Ok so I have to buy her ticket right? Can I do that from the bottom? Yes but you will have to walk back up with it? Seriously?! No! I admired the view as the car rotated and the window panels suddenly drew back and I chatted on to the crew about my day.

I bought Grace her ticket for the descending journey and waited whilst a member of staff took the ticket back up to her in the car. Around twenty minutes later I saw a girl standing at the front of the descending car with a familiar red vest. Soon after she bounded out grinning. She thanked me for the ticket and proceeded to tell me about her day on Table Mountain. Oh well we were still speaking at least. Had she been cold? Only briefly whilst she was waiting for the car. It amazes me, everyone else was layered up and commenting upon how cold it was.

We decided to head for the Waterfront soon after. A mall, lots of shops and a crafty/food orientated indoor market, full of craft beers, deli foods, health foods and juices and quirky individual stalls selling anything from fairly unique pieces of art and jewellery to clothes and homeware. Fab place, I already know I’ll be heading back there at some point.

I wanted to set back off before dark, there have been various incidences on parts of the main road from Somerset to Cape Town where rocks have been put in the middle of the road deliberately to stop traffic. There have been hijackings and bricks thrown at passersby. My local friends are pretty good at keeping me informed and they’re nervous themselves of travelling in the dark. It wasn’t something I wanted to be exposed to obviously. Beside the journey home was perilous enough as I resumed my co-pilot role. What a day!

Well four days back at work has left me feeling a little fragile. I haven’t felt particularly well. I have thee largest coldsore/infection which I’m not usually prone to and the urge to pass out comes and goes frequently. I had an offsite function on Saturday in Camps Bay. Around 45 minutes drive from CO. Kind of an experience you never think you’ll have, hurtling down the highway with 55kg of cheetah, curiously peering out of the side windows. Calm as anything, can’t really say that for the other drivers on the road who spotted our backseat driver! Kinda hilarious! Phoenix truly was a little star! We did a question and answer session for our guests, informing them of the plight of the free roaming cheetah, the program we run and research that is being done. The lady who organised the event was in awe of Phoenix, it’s not hard to be. You really start to get and understand how utterly amazing and special these creatures are when you work alongside them everyday! If you hadn’t for whatever reason realised why they are worth saving before you met them, you certainly will do when you’re up close to one.

I’ve spent my working week doing cub encounters, alternating between the beautiful Warrior, Sahara and the ever sweet Rafiki. Those eyes…..the mischief! Incidentally, Rafiki means friend in Swahili….not playmate ;) I am now able to apply distinguishing features of each cub, so on seeing them I can tell them apart. Not always as easy as it sounds! I make sure I dedicate time to our dogs too, especially our older anatolians, Jago and Lucy. I usually take time to massage Lucy’s hind legs as she has joint problems. She seems to appreciate it, I haven’t known her protest it once.

On my morning rounds if I’m working on ambassador cats, I’ll greet each one and spend a few precious moments chattering away to them from outside the enclosure. Joseph’s sight isn’t so great anymore, he’s almost thirteen (quite an age for a cheetah), but they get to know your voice non the less. And Enigma, sweet, moody boy enigma with his beautiful almond shaped eyes… They really have as I suspected stolen my heart!

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Drakenstein Lion Park. A rescue centre for big cats rescued from Eastern European pet trades and circuses.

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31st March 2015

It has been so busy lately and there has a lot been happening since we last spoke. I have two more assessments under my belt, so I can work unattended with the dogs and as a back up handler with the adult cheetahs. It’s not so hands on, more people control, safety and giving talks about the cheetahs and the Anatolian program during encounters. Still it’s all time with the cats. It was fairly easy really in hindsight, but in my usual way I stressed about it and made it to be a bigger deal than it actually was. There are certain figures of authority who made me a little nervous and reading the looks on their faces isn’t always easy when you have someone who appears to constantly glare.

Anyway, I passed and I appear to be progressing quickly. I’m already onto back handling the cubs, a totally different encounter to the adults. They’re far more active and frequently get up to play with one another or have a stroll. It actually feels a lot more relaxed than the adults. I love both adults and cubs dearly though!

I started a new drawing of Ivory one of our cubs. He will be leaving the centre shortly alongside his brothers Ebony, Warrior and Vongani to become part of conservation programs in Australia and Mauritius. Again acting as an ambassadors and raising awareness of the plight of his species.

During my days off I made my way down the coastline to Table Mountain National Park. An awesome place. Upon entrance it was like driving across the moors of northumberland, though admittedly you don’t get baboon traffic in Northumberland….well not literally. A steady climb to the lighthouse with breathtaking views down cliff faces and out over the sea. Cape Point where on one side you have the Atlantic and on the other you have the Indian Ocean. There is a significant difference in the temperature of each! Turquoise waters trimmed white sandy bays. Even from such a height you could see seals swimming in the crystal waters. Inviting and peaceful. The route to Cape Point stated it was 1hr45 return journey. It took around 15 minutes. I figured the extra time was just spent in a transfixed state taking in the beauty.

We ended our trip at the park driving down to the Cape of Good Hope. It all felt good, everything felt right. My friend and I remarked how neither had felt anything remotely negative whilst there and the air was so good. Clean and refreshing.

We visited various landmarks on the return, namely Boulders Bay. One of the bays where you can see the Jackass Penguin. It is a protected beach and you pay to get in. There is a wooden gangway that you can walk along and view these cute critters…..and they are! “Hot penguins! Weird!”, a friend exclaimed. This was followed by a quick trip to Simons Town, a cute seaside resort with gift shops and cafes. Nice to have a leisurely wander around.

So, still to tick off my list is my trip to the Cape Town markets, the wine festival at the end of the month (I’ve been informed that the wine tasting is rather ample, at 8 good measures for around R75), Table Mountain, Crystal Pools and one or two other things which I’m keen to squeeze into my agenda.

These days away from the centre are good. I’ve mentioned before that no project ever comes without politics. It’s sad as they do such good work, but there is always a lot of back biting. Although personally in this situation it doesn’t really affect me right now, it’s sad that egos do get in the way and it always ends up as a power trip for some.

I still have my lonely days where I crave more familiarity, I guess the gym has been good for me in that respect. I haven’t had a proper cuddle since October. Not many dogs can reciprocate a hug and I’m not allowed to hug the cheetahs ;) I fall into bed quite literally after every working day and I rise still half asleep every morning. I have no real peers. Everyone is either much younger, (thinking about uni -young), or much older. I guess in the most unpatronising way, some things just come with age and I feel fairly old at times. In some ways I blend in to the whole scene and then on days I feel like I stick out like a sore thumb. Maybe thats my neurosis?! I’ve got to the point where I need my space back badly, I don’t want to have to always share or have people around me constantly telling me what they think I should do. I don’t want to have to be constantly explaining myself or having to conceal an irritation that I resent feeling. I resent feeling irritated because it isn’t me. I will be there for anyone at all if they need me, but I need my space.

The animals make it worth it though and I have at least found a decent bar that plays good music and has decent ales on tap. Makes a difference! My hatred of Maroon 5 continues to grow… The Tavern, overlooking the harbour. A nice relaxed atmosphere with a friendly, if considerably older crowd. I feel more at ease here however and enjoyed an evening here with a couple of the other staff. Two glasses of red was quite enough. Bedtime on average is around 9.30/10pm. How lame!

The rest of my week was spent training for back handling cubs. In my distracted mood, I don’t always feel like I do myself justice. I need to focus and be in charge, I’m perfectly capable when I’m in the right place. I’ve also just booked my flight back home. Home is worrisome. How will I settle, for how long, will I just feel down and want to be away again once I get back to that routine? Even if I were full-time staff out here, I’d question the reality of it stretching to a liveable wage. I have no one out here to settle for, but myself and I guess if I felt right now in my heart of hearts that it was right, or that it was indeed the right time then I’d work towards that. As it is, I’m drawn home again for now.

12th April 2015

My last day off was spent primarily at the beach. On the walk there along the coastal route I saw a disturbance in the water, it turned out to be a pod of dolphins playing. A sight to behold. Splashing around, breeching, sometimes just a solitary fin penetrating the surface of the water was the only indication that there was a party going on in the deep blue. The only thing better would have been to be amidst it.

An hour or two lying on the sand was more than ample enough to top up the existing tan, then a walk through the local shops. I came across a few nice bars and cafes and a crystal healing shop. The owners were a married couple originally from Manchester. The lady did several more esoteric treatments and the man was a radio presenter. Very helpful, very friendly in the usual way. My day was ended in the gym. You may groan with the familiarity of that, however it was an amazingly good session. I seem to be acquiring a reputation for my training and knowing that I will push myself, the trainer did exactly that when no one else tuned up to the class. Warm up was a run along the sea front, alone on the way back I made it at a fairly good speed. The hill laps I’ve been doing are obviously paying off! Straight in to stair repeaters when I got back, plenty of stamina and core enhancing exercises, followed by an hour of yoga. If anything was going to detox me that day, that did it.

I won’t lie as much as I love the people I work with, I miss having peers to hang around with. I have friends, but not necessarily people I can relate to or talk to on a level that I think they will understand.

I’m ending this post on a Sunday evening. I’m feeling a little wound up. The only thing that really makes it better is being with the animals and communicating with one or two very valid people in my life. Due to the utter dive that the volunteer house became and I cannot convey how much emphasis I can put on a single word. From the moment I walked in I was in utter despair, but I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t become the parent amidst the scenario. Easier said than done, but I didn’t come out here for that. Anyway the upshot….the volunteer coordinator finally saw the squalor, complained…..a tidy and clean was completed, but in the meantime the landlord made an inspection and evicted the volunteers…on a fairly flexible basis I have to add. That is indeed a simplified version, but you get the gist. I have options that I can pursue as an individual, which is a very selfish way of looking at it I guess, but…

I’ve completed another good hill session, a wee jaunt out on a bike through roads lined with mountain views and vineyards. The smell of the grapes lingering in the air was utterly intoxicating. Today was tiring and I felt little like talking. Considering that 90% of the job is spent dealing with and educating the public it’s hard to avoid. I thank my lucky stars for the encounter with the cubs at the end of the day. As they came enthusiastically bounding over towards me almost making me topple, whilst purring like little motorbikes everything was more than fine for a while. I would have spent the rest of the day in their affections if I could. Animals truly are remarkable in their effect. Knowing that despite the fatigue and personal frustrations that I am helping to make a difference in their lives and indeed that of an entire species, well it kind of lifts the soul!

19th April 2015 Sorry I’ve done it again. I can’t believe another week has passed! Proposed a post and failed to meet my word. I was even prompted by a good friend about my online absence. Nice to be missed hey! Work has been fairly busy, I’ve worked my way fairly swiftly up to cub back handler, (encounters with the cubs. I try to steal personal cub time whenever I can. It’s all precious. In the mornings I usually find myself doing feed rounds for the dogs or poo rounds for the cheetahs. My way of thinking….it’s all time spent with the animals and it’s an indirect way of getting to them/them getting to know you.

I had an evening out with a couple of longterm staff volunteers and stayed the night at the other volunteer residence in Eikendal - it’s in the middle of a wine estate. A wooden cabin with a separate kitchen and bathroom a mear trip through the gravel yard to get to it. It was cold, but two duvets, two blankets and a hoodie made for a comfortable temperature and a cosy night. Eikendal is where the cub program is based and new baby cubs are taken there to be cared for before they go to Cheetah Outreach. I was on a day off the next day so I stuck around the estate deciding upon a run. Around the perimeter and up and down through the vines. Ever misjudged how many of something there are? I ran for around an hour and half. Beautiful scenery though, mountains in the background, vines in the foreground. I disturbed a nearby springbok and watched as it bounded off into the distance. I sat and drew and drank coffee for the rest of the morning. I have two new drawing, pretty much completed, but they are on black backgrounds and don’t translate so well in photographs.

Late afternoon I decided to make my way back to Gordon’s Bay, or that was the idea. Transport is ALWAYS an issue and after several attempts at trying for cabs, I decided that maybe it would be easier to walk. In my usual way I wouldn’t be defeated. Besides how far could it be…I ended up getting a lift.

I have a few new friends now. Some from the gym, some from just conversations struck up at opportune moments. As I say people are so friendly here and usually more than happy to see you right in their native area. It’s an invaluable quality for someone like me who needs to breakaway from work life and the intensity of living and working with the same people day in day out with no shutdown time.

I’ve met someone who hikes and understands the ups and downs of self employment. Already a few interesting conversation have been had and we plan to hike very soon. He seems fairly up for the more frenetic activities I have planned too which is promising. We’re climbing Helderberg today apparently. The views from the summit are meant to be quite breathtaking. Coastal on one side and a great view of the wine estates on the other. It’s a bright sunny day with a slight chill in the air reminiscent of British springtime. Perfect for climbing I’d say.

I stayed at a friends the other evening. We planned to watch a movie, but spent the evening doing nothing but talking and drinking red wine. Hard not too after listening to her amazing story of the great white who decided it would stay by her side in her rubber duck (essentially a rubber boat with an engine) for a spine tingling forty minutes. There were four in the boat at the time catching crayfish just off Cape Point. Estimated at a whopping six to seven meters, the dorsal fin protruded the water to a height greater than the boat. It was the only boat in the water who’s engine wasn’t running and their wish to not alarm the shark meant that they sat tight. She commented on her curiosity of the creatures and how cold the eyes were; but how amazing they were. They’re predators and generally live peacefully in a way that keeps a natural ecosystem ticking over, however due to human nature and things being taken out of context once again their reputation has been smeared by mankind. She also mentioned a GW that she saw breaching in Gordon’s Bay, I can only hope that I will be just as lucky to see such a sight. The marine life around here is phenomenal. There are orca to be seen, I’ve also mentioned the GW’s and dolphins, seals and given the right season a good population of whales come to feed in the area. It was a fine evening of chat, but still I wished with all my heart the next day wasn’t a working day. Put me to bed any later than 2300 and I can’t function at work right now. It was a long, slow day!

I have one month officially left at CO. After that who know how my plans will flow, though I would like to see a little more of SA. Whether I do that alone or in company is anyones guess after the way things have panned out. I have grown a lot quieter lately in any company. I listen mainly, occasionally drifting off to my own place. In that place I’m usually trying to solve problems or I’ve become transfixed by some scene. I am a problem solver and a daydreamer, that much I can’t help.

29th April 2014

Hey ho…. I’m getting so bad at this. Even dedicating time to writing at the minute isn’t proving to be so easy. I have four definite evenings per week I can usually utilise my gym membership during the week. Saturday and Sunday unless I’m off work, it closes early, Friday there are no classes so I’m trying to arrange pt sessions for that day, I also try to do a couple of runs per week, beach or hills. I could train myself at the gym, but the instructors are getting to know me and they will push harder when I’m not in the right frame of mind. Another dolphin was spotted leaping from the waters on a run down to the beach at sunset. A motivational sight if I ever I spotted one.

When I’m not in the gym I’m trying to dedicate some time to my drawing. Mainly the animals with which I’ve worked, though on returning to the lion rescue sanctuary at Drachenstein I have some photo’s that may make good references. I have the occasional social engagement, but apart from that sleep never comes late, normally 10.30/11 very latest. I daren’t risk the fatigue at work. All in all I feel like once again I try to squeeze a lot into each day, but still I feel like I’m running short.

Climbing Helderberg was unfortunately cancelled, though I did discover the most beautiful empty beach instead, with crashing waves and combed with the backdrop of the mountains. A very nice organic/vegan/dietary friendly cafe, I visited Spier where Cheetah Outreach very first started up. The estate has a lodge, restaurant, wine tasting a falconry centre and picturesque views. I also assisted with a CO fundraising event at a local golf course. An event that happens annually and usually ends with an auction of art and experiences. We were at least fed and plied with wine by the friendly clientele, a genuine, but gratefully received surprise after a long working day. I could still barely keep my eyes open long after getting home and once again the additional glass of red that my friend kindly poured me was left half tended. The owner of CO was very much present at the event, keeping herself within the realms of her own kind if I can put it that way. She doesn’t really know any of us and we are only really aware of her reputation.

My two days off this week were spent at a cheese and wine festival. A large 3 day affair, with umpteen stalls offering of course cheese and wine, chocolate, ice cream, nougat, other foods and live music. An enjoyable way to celebrate Freedom Day (27th April). Today an impromptu visit to Woodstock Market in Cape Town. I liken it to a small Covent Gardens, full of quirky clothes and gift shops, deli’s and independent confectioners. So independent in fact that I was gifted a bag of 75% dark chocolate from the chocolate shop :) :) I mentioned Drakenstein again before. The animals were a little more active with it being cooler today. I had a few tears knowing that many had suffered atrocious lives being abused and kept as pets or held in circuses. Such beautiful creatures with such tragic circumstances.

Aside from that I decided it was about time for a haircut and a little tlc for my skin after having suffered the ravages of Africa for so long. I continue to meet some wonderful people and see some amazing things (even if they’re not the ones I wanted to tick off my list) and I guess I continue to grow in some invisible way.

Ok sorry no proof reading right now. Let’s just get this darn thing posted…..

It's been a while...

31st March 2015 It has been so busy lately and there has a lot been happening since we last spoke. I have two more assessments under my belt, so I can work unattended with the dogs and as a back up handler with the adult cheetahs. It's not so hands on, more people control, safety and giving talks about the cheetahs and the Anatolian program during encounters. Still it's all time with the cats. It was fairly easy really in hindsight, but in my usual way I stressed about it and made it to be a bigger deal than it actually was. There are certain figures of authority who made me a little nervous and reading the looks on their faces isn't always easy when you have someone who appears to constantly glare. Anyway, I passed and I appear to be progressing quickly. I'm already onto back handling the cubs, a totally different encounter to the adults. They're far more active and frequently get up to play with one another or have a stroll. It actually feels a lot more relaxed than the adults. I love both adults and cubs dearly though! I started a new drawing of Ivory one of our cubs. He will be leaving the centre shortly alongside his brothers Ebony, Warrior and Vongani to become part of conservation programs in Australia and Mauritius. Again acting as an ambassadors and raising awareness of the plight of his species. During my days off I spent made my way down the coastline to Table Mountain National Park. An awesome place. Upon entrance it was like driving across the moors of northumberland, though admittedly you don't get baboon traffic in Northumberland....well not literally. A steady climb to the lighthouse with breathtaking views down cliff faces and out over the sea. Cape Point where on one side you have the Atlantic and on the other you have the Indian Ocean. There is a significant difference in the temperature of each! Turquoise waters trimmed white sandy bays. Even from such a height you could see seals swimming in the crystal waters. Inviting and peaceful. The route to Cape Point stated it was 1hr45 return journey. It took around 15 minutes. I figured the extra time was just spent in a transfixed state taking in the beauty. We ended our trip at the park driving down to the Cape of Good Hope. It all felt good, everything felt right. My friend and I remarked how neither had felt anything remotely negative whilst there and the air was so good. Clean and refreshing. We visited various landmarks on the return, namely Boulders Bay. One of the bays where you can see the Jackass Penguin. It is a protected beach and you pay to get in. There is a wooden gangway that you can walk along and view these cute critters.....and they are! "Hot penguins! Weird!", a friend exclaimed. This was followed by a quick trip to Simons Town, a cute seaside resort with gift shops and cafes. Nice to have a leisurely wander around. So, still to tick off my list is my trip to the Cape Town markets, the wine festival at the end of the month (I've been informed that the wine tasting is rather ample, at 8 good measures for around R75), Table Mountain, Crystal Pools and one or two other things which I'm keen to squeeze into my agenda. These days away from the centre are good. I've mentioned before that no project ever comes without politics. It's sad as they do such good work, but there is always a lot of back biting. Although personally in this situation it doesn't really affect me right now, it's sad that egos do get in the way and it always ends up as power trip for some. I still have my lonely days where I crave more familiarity, I guess the gym has been good for me in that respect. I haven't had a proper cuddle since October. Not many dogs can reciprocate a hug and I'm not allowed to hug the cheetahs ;) I fall into bed quite literally after every working day and I rise still half asleep every morning. I have no real peers. Everyone is either much younger, (thinking about uni -young), or much older. I guess in the most unpatronising way, some things just come with age and I feel fairly old at times. In some ways I blend in to the whole scene and then on days I feel like I stick out like a sore thumb. Maybe thats my neurosis?! I've got to the point where I need my space back badly, I don't want to have to always share or have people around me constantly telling me what they think I should do. I don't want to have to be constantly explaining myself or having to conceal an irritation that I resent feeling. I resent feeling irritated because it isn't me. I will be there for anyone at all if they need me, but I need my space. The animals make it worth it though and I have at least found a decent bar that plays good music and has decent ales on tap. Makes a difference! My hatred of Maroon 5 continues to grow... The Tavern, overlooking the harbour. A nice relaxed atmosphere with a friendly, if considerably older crowd. I feel more at ease here however and enjoyed an evening here with a couple of the other staff. Two glasses of red was quite enough. Bedtime on average is around 9.30/10pm. How lame! The rest of my week was spent training for back handling cubs. In my distracted mood, I don't always feel like I do myself justice. I need to focus and be in charge, I'm perfectly capable when I'm in the right place. I've also just booked my flight back home. Home is worrisome. How will I settle, for how long, will I just feel down and want to be away again once I get back to that routine? Even if I were full-time staff out here, I'd question the reality of it stretching to a liveable wage. I have no one out here to settle for, but myself and I guess if I felt right now in my heart of hearts that it was right, or that it was indeed the right time then I'd work towards that. As it is, I'm drawn home again for now. 12th April 2015 My last day off was spent primarily at the beach. On the walk there along the coastal route I saw a disturbance in the water, it turned out to be a pod of dolphins playing. A sight to behold. Splashing around, breeching, sometimes just a solitary fin penetrating the surface of the water was the only indication that there was a party going on in the deep blue. The only thing better would have been to be amidst it. An hour or two lying on the sand was more than ample enough to top up the existing tan, then a walk through the local shops. I came across a few nice bars and cafes and a crystal healing shop. The owners were a married couple originally from Manchester. The lady did several more esoteric treatments and the man was a radio presenter. Very helpful, very friendly in the usual way. My day was ended in the gym. You may groan with the familiarity of that, however it was an amazingly good session. I seem to be acquiring a reputation for my training and knowing that I will push myself, the trainer did exactly that when no one else tuned up to the class. Warm up was a run along the sea front, alone on the way back I made it at a fairly good speed. The hill laps I've been doing are obviously paying off! Straight in to stair repeaters when I got back, plenty of stamina and core enhancing exercises, followed by an hour of yoga. If anything was going to detox me that day, that did it. I won't lie as much as I love the people I work with, I miss having peers to hang around with. I have friends, but not necessarily people I can relate to or talk to on a level that I think they will understand. I'm ending this post on a Sunday evening. I'm feeling a little wound up. The only thing that really makes it better is being with the animals and communicating with one or two very valid people in my life. Due to the utter dive that the volunteer house became and I cannot convey how much emphasis I can put on a single word. From the moment I walked in I was in utter despair, but I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't become the parent amidst the scenario. Easier said than done, but I didn't come out here for that. Anyway the upshot....the volunteer coordinator finally saw the squalor, complained.....a tidy and clean was completed, but in the meantime the landlord made an inspection and evicted the volunteers...on a fairly flexible basis I have to add. That is indeed a simplified version, but you get the gist. I have options that I can pursue as an individual, which is a very selfish way of looking at it I guess, but... I've completed another good hill session, a wee jaunt out on a bike through roads lined with mountain views and vineyards. The smell of the grapes lingering in the air was utterly intoxicating. Today was tiring and I felt little like talking. Considering that 90% of the job is spent dealing with and educating the public it's hard to avoid. I thank my lucky stars for the encounter with the cubs at the end of the day. As they came enthusiastically bounding over towards me almost making me topple, whilst purring like little motorbikes everything was more than fine for a while. I would have spent the rest of the day in their affections if I could. Animals truly are remarkable in their effect. Knowing that despite the fatigue and personal frustrations that I am helping to make a difference in their lives and indeed that of an entire species, well it kind of lifts the soul! 19th April 2015 Sorry I've done it again. I can't believe another week has passed! Proposed a post and failed to meet my word. I was even prompted by a good friend about my online absence. Nice to be missed hey! Work has been fairly busy, I've worked my way fairly swiftly up to cub back handler, (encounters with the cubs. I try to steal personal cub time whenever I can. It's all precious. In the mornings I usually find myself doing feed rounds for the dogs or poo rounds for the cheetahs. My way of thinking....it's all time spent with the animals and it's an indirect way of getting to them/them getting to know you. I had an evening out with a couple of longterm staff volunteers and stayed the night at the other volunteer residence in Eikendal - it's in the middle of a wine estate. A wooden cabin with a separate kitchen and bathroom a mear trip through the gravel yard to get to it. It was cold, but two duvets, two blankets and a hoodie made for a comfortable temperature and a cosy night. Eikendal is where the cub program is based and new baby cubs are taken there to be cared for before they go to Cheetah Outreach. I was on a day off the next day so I stuck around the estate deciding upon a run. Around the perimeter and up and down through the vines. Ever misjudged how many of something there are? I ran for around an hour and half. Beautiful scenery though, mountains in the background, vines in the foreground. I disturbed a nearby springbok and watched as it bounded off into the distance. I sat and drew and drank coffee for the rest of the morning. I have two new drawing, pretty much completed, but they are on black backgrounds and don't translate so well in photographs. Late afternoon I decided to make my way back to Gordon's Bay, or that was the idea. Transport is ALWAYS an issue and after several attempts at trying for cabs, I decided that maybe it would be easier to walk. In my usual way I wouldn't be defeated. Besides how far could it be...I ended up getting a lift. I have a few new friends now. Some from the gym, some from just conversations struck up at opportune moments. As I say people are so friendly here and usually more than happy to see you right in their native area. It's an invaluable quality for someone like me who needs to breakaway from work life and the intensity of living and working with the same people day in day out with no shutdown time. I've met someone who hikes and understands the ups and downs of self employment. Already a few interesting conversation have been had and we plan to hike very soon. He seems fairly up for the more frenetic activities I have planned too which is promising. We're climbing Helderberg today apparently. The views from the summit are meant to be quite breathtaking. Coastal on one side and a great view of the wine estates on the other. It's a bright sunny day with a slight chill in the air reminiscent of British springtime. Perfect for climbing I'd say. I stayed at a friends the other evening. We planned to watch a movie, but spent the evening doing nothing but talking and drinking red wine. Hard not too after listening to her amazing story of the great white who decided it would stay by her side in her rubber duck (essentially a rubber boat with an engine) for a spine tingling forty minutes. There were four in the boat at the time catching crayfish just off Cape Point. Estimated at a whopping six to seven meters, the dorsal fin protruded the water to a height greater than the boat. It was the only boat in the water who's engine wasn't running and their wish to not alarm the shark meant that they sat tight. She commented on her curiosity of the creatures and how cold the eyes were; but how amazing they were. They're predators and generally live peacefully in a way that keeps a natural ecosystem ticking over, however due to human nature and things being taken out of context once again their reputation has been smeared by mankind. She also mentioned a GW that she saw breaching in Gordon's Bay, I can only hope that I will be just as lucky to see such a sight. The marine life around here is phenomenal. There are orca to be seen, I've also mentioned the GW's and dolphins, seals and given the right season a good population of whales come to feed in the area. It was a fine evening of chat, but still I wished with all my heart the next day wasn't a working day. Put me to bed any later than 2300 and I can't function at work right now. It was a long, slow day! I have one month officially left at CO. After that who know how my plans will flow, though I would like to see a little more of SA. Whether I do that alone or in company is anyones guess after the way things have panned out. I have grown a lot quieter lately in any company. I listen mainly, occasionally drifting off to my own place. In that place I'm usually trying to solve problems or I've become transfixed by some scene. I am a problem solver and a daydreamer, that much I can't help. 29th April 2014 Hey ho.... I'm getting so bad at this. Even dedicating time to writing at the minute isn't proving to be so easy. I have four definite evenings per week I can usually utilise my gym membership during the week. Saturday and Sunday unless I'm off work, it closes early, Friday there are no classes so I'm trying to arrange pt sessions for that day, I also try to do a couple of runs per week, beach or hills. I could train myself at the gym, but the instructors are getting to know me and they will push harder when I'm not in the right frame of mind. Another dolphin was spotted leaping from the waters on a run down to the beach at sunset. A motivational sight if I ever I spotted one. When I'm not in the gym I'm trying to dedicate some time to my drawing. Mainly the animals with which I've worked, though on returning to the lion rescue sanctuary at Drachenstein I have some photo's that may make good references. I have the occasional social engagement, but apart from that sleep never comes late, normally 10.30/11 very latest. I daren't risk the fatigue at work. All in all I feel like once again I try to squeeze a lot into each day, but still I feel like I'm running short. Climbing Helderberg was unfortunately cancelled, though I did discover the most beautiful empty beach instead, with crashing waves and combed with the backdrop of the mountains. A very nice organic/vegan/dietary friendly cafe, I visited Spier where Cheetah Outreach very first started up. The estate has a lodge, restaurant, wine tasting a falconry centre and picturesque views. I also assisted with a CO fundraising event at a local golf course. An event that happens annually and usually ends with an auction of art and experiences. We were at least fed and plied with wine by the friendly clientele, a genuine, but gratefully received surprise after a long working day. I could still barely keep my eyes open long after getting home and once again the additional glass of red that my friend kindly poured me was left half tended. The owner of CO was very much present at the event, keeping herself within the realms of her own kind if I can put it that way. She doesn't really know any of us and we are only really aware of her reputation. My two days off this week were spent at a cheese and wine festival. A large 3 day affair, with umpteen stalls offering of course cheese and wine, chocolate, ice cream, nougat, other foods and live music. An enjoyable way to celebrate Freedom Day (27th April). Today an impromptu visit to Woodstock Market in Cape Town. I liken it to a small Covent Gardens, full of quirky clothes and gift shops, deli's and independent confectioners. So independent in fact that I was gifted a bag of 75% dark chocolate from the chocolate shop :) :) I mentioned Drakenstein again before. The animals were a little more active with it being cooler today. I had a few tears knowing that many had suffered atrocious lives being abused and kept as pets or held in circuses. Such beautiful creatures with such tragic circumstances. Aside from that I decided it was about time for a haircut and a little tlc for my skin after having suffered the ravages of Africa for so long. I continue to meet some wonderful people and see some amazing things (even if they're not the ones I wanted to tick off my list) and I guess I continue to grow in some invisible way. Ok sorry no proof reading right now. Let's just get this darn thing posted.....

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Day off.

I’ve been with the project for just over a week now. I passed my first assessment on day one which was briefing. We have to brief the public on health and safety before they enter for encounters. I worked studiously on my tours, following as many as I could and steeling my nerved. My third was the worst. I just froze mid sentence and couldn’t pick up for what felt like an age. I finished the tour, but I felt bad for it. I wanted to do another straight afterwards, but didn’t get the chance, so busied myself where I could finding visitors to chat to and inflicting my knowledge on them.

Maybe I needn’t have worried so much, come my assessment day Karen my assessor popped in and out of the tour for the first 5 minutes and assured my colleague, that unless I froze, I was signed off. I was blown away with the feedback. I was told that she’d like everyone to do their tours like mine and that I’d be good at events and functions. Maybe it was the delivery or the crazy animation of my hands that acted as a distraction. I don’t know hehe. It was a major confidence boost though. It’s just a shame a few days later I hadn’t fully prepped for the dog handling, still I’m doing that in tandem with my back handling training. Back handling, just means back up handling. With encounters, there is always a handler and a back up handler to ensure the public are keeping to our instructions, not stressing the cat with their actions and to give facts about cheetahs, the individual cat and to take photos also.

I’ve done it once, it was pretty easy. That said I was just taking photos. When it comes to talking, whilst taking photos and trying to keep an eye on the visitors and on the movements of the cat and any gestures from the handler and give a talk….I guess these things come with practice, so if I can drop my reception duty, I can barely hear people on the phone anyway so reception was never going to be for me….

My day off on Tuesday was spent with three other volunteers. We visited a lion sanctuary. Mainly rescue cases from eastern Europe where there is a booming illegal pet trade and some from circuses. Abused, mistreated and often malnourished they have been brought to the centre to live out the rest of their lives. Species also included the rare white lion. Not albino, but brought about by a rare genetic condition. Some with disfigured faces from where they have been beaten. Absolutely heartbreaking! I’d have probably stayed longer if I were alone. Next door was a chimp sanctuary. Built to accommodate the residents of a zoo after it closed. Not an extensive facility, but how amazing it is to watch these guys….one of our closest ancestors! The facility was also home to an marmosets and some variety of black swan and two caracals. Seemingly a lot more slender than Maleika, but I have to say Maleika’s enclosure is better.

Further down the road we came to the butterfly farm. Lots of wonderful african butterflies fluttering around a tropical hothouse. There were lizards, snakes, marmosets and birds to watch as we walked through the gardens. There were a variety of colourful exotic birds squawking at various points. Apparently the facility rehouses birds that owners can no longer look after. An abundance of guinea pigs too. Too many in my eyes, despite loving the little critters. There were blossoms and orchids, arachnids and tortoises.

The afternoon saw us heading into the University town of Stellenbosch for a late lunch. A nice town with street lined trees, white fronted building, art galleries, craft shops and aesthetic street cafes. It would have been nice to wonder around for a while longer. Everywhere you go is offset by the glorious backdrop of mountains, green wine estates smother the bases and blue skies dotted with white fluffy clouds accentuate the scene. Never far from the sea either, surfers are out daily catching waves and people habituate the little cafe bars along the sea front.

The volunteer apartment balcony overlooks the sea and if you’re really lucky there are dolphins and whales to be spotted given the right season. I joined a gym and that overlooks the sea too. What a way to train. I can go running along the bay, then do the social thing and go and chat to people whilst doing a class. It’s not a huge gym, but again I find the people there very friendly and helpful. Despite trying to keep fir in other ways, I find my legs and shoulders reassuringly achey after doing a few classes. Spartans seems to be the equivalent to circuits back home. Maybe with a little less running.

I feel fairly happy here, just the regular unresolved niggle. I do miss the independence again of running, cycling or walking anywhere I choose. It’s just not something you can do here for your own safety. It’s either car or taxi. It’s a shame, if I could I’m quite sure all the boxes could be ticked as a potential place to settle.There is public transport in Cape Town, but I haven’t come across any around here. There are some very simple things we take for granted back in the comfort of our native homes.

I had another day off yesterday. I sat on the balcony typing away, occasionally looking up from my keyboard to take in the views. Lots of kayaks out on the sea as little white horses danced over the water with the movement of the current. I headed to the mall to catch some wifi and skype with a friend. It’s been all to long and I do miss my buddies! We’ll not mention the sneaky trip to the bike shops…

The day ended with a walk along the beach, a blow out at the gym and a goodbye meal for one of the volunteers at a local restaurant. Finally I bellyflopped into bed around 2330, so ready for it!

Day off.

The volunteer apartment balcony overlooks the sea and if you’re really lucky there are dolphins and whales to be spotted given the right season. I joined a gym and that overlooks the sea too. What a way to train. I can go running along the bay, then do the social thing and go and chat to people whilst doing a class. It’s not a huge gym, but again I find the people there very friendly and helpful. Despite trying to keep fit in other ways, I find my legs and shoulders reassuringly achey after doing a few classes. Spartans seems to be the equivalent to circuits back home. Maybe with a little less running.

I feel fairly happy here, just the haunting of the regular unresolved niggle. I do miss the independence again of running, cycling or walking anywhere I choose. It’s just not something you can do here for your own safety. It’s either car or taxi. It’s a shame, if I could I’m quite sure all the boxes could be ticked as a potential place to settle.There is public transport in Cape Town, but I haven’t come across any around here. There are some very simple things we take for granted back in the comfort of our native homes.

I have another day off today. I’m sat on the balcony typing away, occasionally looking up from my keyboard to take in the views. Lots of kayaks out on the sea today. I’m going to head to the mall soon to catch some wifi and skype with a friend. It’s been all too long and I do miss my buddies!

Some of the bestest beasties.

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I made it in one piece…go me!! I arrived in Cape Town and was greeted by John, a friend I made whilst working at Gwabi. Very interesting, runs education camps for children based on conservation. I’m made to feel tiny in his presence, his stature is quite something. A gentle giant by all accounts.

I need to pick up some stuff before heading to the project so I he’s more than obliging in taking me to the mall. OMG real shops, all sparkly and clean and tempting. I head over to the outdoor store first as I need a jumper to see off the chill of the wind. I come away with a jumper, plus a nice wind cheater, plus a scarf and socks. Too tempting and when you realise what you’re actually paying for them it’s more so.

I wasn’t or so I though, going to make it to the project before they closed their doors, I’d rung ahead and asked for directions to the volunteer house. There were miscommunications resulting in me not making it to either centre or house. As I couldn’t get back in touch I was offered a room at John’s family home for the night. After dashing into Spar to pick up some tea, a short ride later we were there. It backed on to a wine estate, which couldn’t be seen in the darkness, but oh my word, the house was something else. Light airy, open plan in places, a pool, large kitchen, indoor and outdoor braai areas, tv room, dining room, plus the rest and well furnished to boot. It’s hard not to be impressed. Turns out it’s a small world, my friends sister who is a graphic designer for some top glossy magazines, knows another friends sister who works in New York under the same magazine and publisher. The connections I’ve made on this trip never fail to amaze me.

Once again the family were wonderful hosts considering I was a total stranger. I’m blessed with the kindness they have shown and been extremely lucky in that respect.

A twenty minute drive the next morning found us at Cheetah Outreach. A large white building, with a dark wooden entrance and flooring. To the left of me was another dark wooden room with seating and a projector at the back. To the right was the reception desk and the gift shop through which you entered the centre. All of the cheetah enclosures were laid out together, with apparently the younger cubs, 11 of the them between 9-11months at the front and the elder adults 5 of them in the farther enclosures.

A large lone dog lay in an enclosure opposite the cheetahs. The kind of dog I’ve never seen before, but the type I could imagine if I were to draw him he would fit in well in a comic book or short illustration. His name was Sherlock, ¾ bloodhound, ¼ doberman. Huge, but soft so it seemed, an endearing character.

A large and defining feature of this program is the Anatolian shepherd dogs. These dogs are a Turkish breed, with a pale golden coat and dark brow/black muzzle. They form very close bonds when put in a situation to do so and are instinctively very protective over that entity. They defend with their lives so to speak. Because of this they make very good guard dogs, so good in fact that they have been employed as a non lethal means of preserving farmers livestock.

So what’s all this got to do with cheetahs huh? Cheetahs are slowly becoming one of the most endangered species on the planet. The reason? The human sprawl and encroachment upon their natural territory and farmers using impartial means of trapping, poisoning and shooting them in an attempt to save their livestock. They may be a threat to the livestock, but we are much more of a threat to them. Cheetah Outreach has taken a vital role in trying to reverse the declining trend of these precious species by introducing a program whereby a farmer is given an anatolian shepherd between the ages of 6-8 weeks which from there begins to bond with the livestock. They become a surrogate family to the pup and there the relationship begins. From day one the farmer has a years worth of medical/vets bills and food paid for one year by Cheetah Outreach. After the year is up, the farmer gets to decide whether or not to adopt the dog permanently. So far an impressive 98% of farmers keep the dog which speaks volumes of the effectiveness. During this whole time, the farmer signs an agreement to declare that he will not use traps, poison or shoot any animals he comes across. Doing so results in heavy penalty.

On site we have 6 anatolians. Massif being the youngest and the largest. Unfortunately Massif’s guardian was in a position where he had to sell his livestock so could no longer also home Massif. The owner brought him back to the centre to be cared for and now he remains as our Ambassador anatolion. He resides with Goblin a retired working dog - English Fox Hound, brought to us as he could no longer work.

We have other animals that have been hand reared from cubs/kittens too. Rescued or otherwise, they serve as a reminder that the Anatolian Sheperd dog program does more than just conserve the one specie. Think of all the other wildlife that is vulnerable or susceptible to falling into traps and being poisoned.

Servals are very often mistaken for young cheetah due to their similar markings. They are a non threat to livestock as they are most likely to go for birds, rodents and small prey. Bat eared foxes are another, non threatening, but often end up poisoned or dying in traps set. Both of these species are actually beneficial to the farmer helping to control pests such as rodent and insect populations. They are not endangered yet, but hopefully programs like this will ensure they never come anywhere close to that either.

We have a caracal named Melieka, (meaning Angel in Swahili) and two black backed jackals named Ntombi and Moya. These unlike the latter mentioned are actually guilty of going for livestock. The caracal a strong, sturdy, muscular cat likened to the lynx; but actually a close relative of the african wild cat. The caracal is equipped with acute hearing, big paws and a lot of power. Being able to jump to around 3 meters and take down prey three times it’s own size, despite being a lone predator.

The jackals hunt in pairs one at the front as a distraction, one at the rear for well the unexpected surprise… They are highly adaptable and learn quickly. Farmers took to using poison collars around the necks of the livestock as generally the jackal will go for the jugular when taking down prey. Having seen the consequences of this, the jackals soon learned to go for other body parts. I should add that all who I’ve mentioned so far are nocturnal hunters. We aim to provide enclosures as close to natural as possible, with enrichment and spaces where they can remain undisturbed. All are pretty much used to being handled having been hand reared and I know many will disagree with that. Wild should mean wild and I totally agree, however at the point we are at now in the world something must be done to save these animals and if a few ambassador creatures are the way forward in creating endearment and concern for their welfare, well maybe it’s just worth it. They are all well cared and provided for.

Just by the by, we have two meerkats Sebastian an ex pet that was brought in to us by a naive owner and Minky. Minky lost her whole family to wild dogs and was rescued by a farmer who brought her to the facility to be cared for. The pair bonded well so now we have a Mr and Mrs. There are two large leopard tortoises who roam the grounds during the day. Strong, heavy creatures who can nip rather hard with their claws when given the opportunity to.

Out of our cheetahs we have 5 adults and 11 cubs. Joseph are most infamous who has modelled, been a movie star alongside the late Patrick Swayze. He is getting on a little at 12 years of age and pretty much retired now. He’s soft and easy going. Some cheetahs are retired from encounters, others do them as the mood takes them. It is all on their terms, I can vouch if a character is not in the mood or unwell, the presence of anyone is never forced upon them. We have four cubs who are off to be part of other facilities educational and conservation programs keeping the gene pool going.

We have a large running area with a pulley and chase system attached. This is primarily used for the younger cubs who would be learning to hunt during this time, who chase the feathers or a toy attached to the end, purely for enrichment. It occurs twice a week, early in the morning which the public may book into spectate if wished. One thing that cheetahs don’t do for fun believe it or not is run. Being a non confrontational predator, if they feel threatened they will run or if they are hunting prey they will run. Otherwise they like a chilled life. They are built for speed, not endurance.

If anyone has any questions about the project or any of the species we keep, I encourage you to ask. I may if I get around to it do a cheetah fact blog.

In the meantime, I have just finished my forth day. I have two public tours under my belt and have just started my back handling training, which will enable me to work alongside the handlers with the cats. Exciting stuff huh!

Shame my running wasn’t going quite as well. Didn’t I hit the road at 6.45 the other morning just to go and turn my ankle again! Same side too!

All funds from these encounters go towards the Anatolian dog program. It’s a non profit organisation and pretty much run by local and international volunteers who come to assist in the day to day running and care of the animals. Food comes for the animals comes via donation and it is one of the very few programs that does not come with high fees attached. I have to stress the facility is not a commercial petting zoo. It is there to serve a purpose and contribute a well thought out and important service to conservation and the preservation these beautiful creatures.

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